Outsiders Quotes Novels & Stories

The Rank 5 Surpasser stared hard at the refugees before him. "Who's the outsider?!" The hundreds of refugees all took a few steps out of fear when they heard it. Lucas sauntered into the scene and looked at the Rank 5 Surpasser faintly, and slowly said, "I'm that outsider." The Rank 5 Surpasser heard it and glanced at Lucas with a critical gaze. Then, he smiled coldly. "Do you know what's your outcome?"

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Although I will die without regrets! I grew up in the Unfettered Sect, and now I am in the Unfettered Immortal Palace. This is my home! Even if I am going to die, I will die in my home, not somewhere else! Everyone, those who are willing to fight with me, come on! Let's fight a way out!" "Is there something wrong with your brains? Can we solve this problem? We definitely can't do it, okay? In that case, there's no need to talk so much nonsense! Hurry up and find a way out... But our connection with the outside world seems to have been cut off. That's too bad!" "Is there a way out? Oh my god, are we going to die here today? I never thought that this would be our fate...

As we moved through the crowd, I overheard whispers around us, some of them subtle but unmistakably directed at me. "Such a beautiful girl," someone murmured, barely veiling the judgment in their tone. "But she’s only human." The comment stung, leaving a hollow ache in my chest. I was beginning to see how people perceived me here—an outsider, an anomaly, someone who didn’t quite belong in this refined, cold world. I heard someone nearby chuckle softly, and I couldn't help but smile. We were all human here, weren't we? Alessandro's grandfather, standing beside me, suddenly stiffened, and I glanced up to see him grinning proudly, introducing me to more guests.

He crossed his arms while narrowing his eyes at me. Time passed while playing, laughing and revealing a few things about each other which made me late for the office. Just thinking about it gives me a weird feeling. •••••••••••••• 'Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see'. ~Mark Twain. I used this quote in my poem. H.LOCKHART.

He demanded. "It’s just a quote from one of his many words of wisdom. Many people around here know about it. Not like it’s a secret." More impatient now, Javier insisted, "Yes, but what does it say?" The man appeared thrown off by the sudden change in temperament, but he replied anyway. "Those who cling to perceptions and views wander the world offending people."

“Should I take you to the hospital? Makakatayo ka ba?” The poor Rio lies on the ground, unable to speak as if he’s dead. I saw that he shook his head while panting, eyes are half-closed and droplets of sweat are formed on his temple. Both of them went speechless until a creaking sound broke the silence. We all turned at the old woman standing near the small gate guarding a seemingly abandoned house in the middle of some gigantic trees, looking at us cluelessly in her pair of black irises and fading eyebrows.

However, Charlie simply stared at the bodyguards before saying, “I still stand by my words. I am not selling my pebble. No matter what you do, I will not sell this pebble to you. What is mine is mine. No one in this world can ever take my belongings even if he is God.” “I will prove to you that I can take this away from you, then,” Mr. Quinton replied arrogantly. “Let me tell you something. I am God. You are just a nobody who has barked up the wrong tree. Are you sick of living?”

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." All people, 'I'm not sure if your wife is actually afraid Mr. Owl.'

I stood there, in awe. My mom was dangerous, I knew. But, she was more extraordinary than I thought of. I was going to lie down on my bed when I heard a shout from outside. The voice was familiar, and it caught me off guard. “LET ME INSIDE, ASSHOLE!” *Jessica’s POV*

The fear attacking my chest was too much, I can't breathe properly. "Let's do what we should have done last night, Elizabeth ..." his voice was deep and evil-like, I shivered. Even if I shout, my voice would only reach the other people inside this mansion - the househelps. And I know they won’t help me. They are very loyal to their master, they would not dare. Who would even bother, anyway? I am an outsider, an outcast to this foreign place, alone and homeless.